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• So taken aback was I by the vantage from the tower of my own land’s confines that I gripped hard the balustrade to stop my moorless soul from taking flight

  Trees either side of me Like I’m moving sweetly, fleetly, like a carried leaf Down the Anduin If you are born to be King then the lakelady will hand you it An anvil’s weight this unnamed crown leadlike with light-leaking jewels Fine rooms and suites, sweet things Lingering tastes, eyries; high peaks and tubular towers…

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  14th Jan 2026

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• RIGHT NOW 

  Ten fifteen  Waiting on a Chinese Tomorrow PIP  Not pleased  But it’s only Will Pop him like a zit Into his comfy coffin  I chose your allotment  Lead you there, spinal shotgun My will greater, I will victor Last longer take a picture  That’s why I make these sex tapes  It’s part of my endurance …

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  12th Aug 2024

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• Inner City Oldtime

  Our own tongue throat stranger And failing to nourish will or may perish We pause, wishing to answer betters in Irish Cannot know a lost language Vanishes, we answer in English Less than swill of which our Liffey consists. What is Irishness What is native wit? Slack jaws guffawing Slenting houses built from haunted bricks…

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  21st Jul 2024

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• Talk French

  When we’re talking consignment, big business seeking alignment We parrot like we’re in Paris, which the Seine cuts in half He says a name I cut him off, he says it again I cut the cost Costcutter how I cut costs, sanguinary suds coursing, with my draw-blood boxcutter Did a course in how to become…

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  9th Jun 2024

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• Non-stop Spinning Top

  Got more endings than return of the king My rhymes exceed in radiance your bling I have more plants than Swamp Thing I have more keys than janitor’s keyrings I know a girl whose name should be Kettering  Amount of Ket she gets in K makes you sway, room starts spin  Like 103.8, always been…

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  3rd May 2024

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